Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.